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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:55 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:17 pm
((aw, that was such a sweet post!! One or two more from peeps, and I'll postie... ninja ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 9:10 pm
Huni was stunned at what the guardians now had to do. Paint? Paint!? What if the object wasn't recognizable? Would Noi be trapped in the painting forever? The red head didn't want to think about that now, she only hoped the mansion and whatever else manipulating the events would forgive her lack of artistic talent.
Huni's steps towards the paints was drastically different from Kit's. They were slow, but purposeful, each step made in order to think. She was formulating what Noi would value most, was it really Keith? Was it the crib or her toys? She had gathered a set of paints and a brush for herself, and even as she arrived at Noi's painting, the guardian was still at a loss of what to paint.
"Hey there, sweetie. Apologies if I can't paint very well..." she murmured softly, hand raised in uncertainty.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 3:49 pm
Latpas gathered paints and a brush slowly, thinking. Yes, painting was familiar enough to her, but knowing what Kitrye valued most was another thing. He stared up at her from his painting, his crimson eyes misty and endearing, and even -she couldn't help but notice it- a little accusing, she thought.
"Don't worry, Kit, I'll get you out of there!" she whispered under her breath, but her eyes told a different story. What to paint, what to paint... Her mind spun in circles, desperate.
And finally, she remembered.
"Of course," she murmured, "The rose! But wouldn't he have had it with him...?" Latpas peered at the painting, her vision struggling (she'd forgotten her glasses again!). The drooping red rose was missing from Kitrye's icy grip, which would have to mean that he had dropped it when he went missing.
She stared at her feet, her eyes watering, and noticed that something long and thin, with a bulge at one end, was clinging to the hem of her jeans. Latpas bent to pick it up. It was a rose. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and dipped her paintbrush in the red paint.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:14 pm
Memory paused for a moment, pensive. She reached back, forcing herself to grasp at the threads of her memory. Gasping, she reached down for a paintbrush and a single can of silver paint. She moved over to the painting of Celestyn, and sturdied her tears when she saw her glittering face.
"Don't worry, baby. It will be okay, soon."
It took exactly seven brush strokes to create everything she needed to lay down. A silver ribbon, a single, frayed silver ribbon that Celestyn had once snatched from the confines of a box of gift-wrapping supplies, drooled all over, and continued to cling to religiously.
A rough impression of the item now crossed Celestyn's image.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 4:28 pm
When all the parents had finished their fearful paintings... Oqaia motioned for them to step back away from the walls, hopeful that something magical- something sudden... would occur.
But the house was silent and the children in their paintings did not move. The muse hung her head- somehow, she had misinterpreted Marissa's signals. She must have. Everything seemed dark to her.
"Who turned out the lights again?!"
...Oqaia lifted her head. ...Oh. It seemed dark because it WAS dark. She put her hands up, then realized that none could see her.
"Everyone stay calm, okay? I'll just go down to the basement and find the circuit breaker...or..." the lights flickered on, "or never mind. ...Is everyone okay?"
No one answered. They were instead rapt upon the sight of their Souls, who had reappeared at their sides, gripping the legs of their parents and lifting their arms up to be picked up. Oqaia was speechless- grateful, amazed... but speechless, nonetheless. Marissa had returned, as well, smiling as if she held a secret in her grasp. When she moved away from the painting that she had been in... everyone could see that it had changed. It was now a picture of the gallery itself, with light beaming in around a cloud to halo the old house magically. At the bottom, in gold script, were the dainty words that somehow everyone could see.
In this house, and in this life- we mourn even those children we have given away freely. Once a year upon this date- may this house no longer know lonliness... and every Soul know this holiday. Homecoming Day.
...Thank you for these gifts. ...Enjoy your precious treasures. They will only grow.
....
And speaking of growths... one of the children- had joined those who were gifted by the house.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 2:39 am
Huni stared.
And stared.
And stared. She stared for so long, her eyes began to well up in tears.
"Noi!!!" her hand dropped the paintbrush and embraced the Soul. She covered the toddler's face with kisses and her tears rained down upon Metanoia's cheeks.
Noi squirmed to free herself from her slobbering guardian. "Ma, no!" she squealed, half in delight, half in annoyance. Once freed, she stared down at herself, realizing her limbs were longer and that she had better control over her body.
She looked up at Huni, their eyes meeting briefly before Noi began to take her first few steps. After a few wobbly moments, she grinned and proceeded to run in circled around Huni. "Wheeee!!!"
((O_O alskjssld crying this just made my day heart ))
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